She's a lot like you. The dangerous type.

Mao. Cranky Mao. I have been thwarted. Ebonlock loaned me lots of mix tapes, and I finally got around to putting one in my alarm clock this morning. It started off kind of funky--Prince, Beastie Boys, Stevie Wonder, that kind of thing. Then stayed funky. Kept staying funky. And just now it broke into Peter Murphy, but before he could get through more than three of the seven veils, the tape ended. Mao.

Don't call me Chris--My name is Elvis.

Tonight I got to sit and watch a couple of movies.
Apt Pupil, which I watched mostly for Sir Ian, having been scarred by some of the Stephen King films I've seen in the past. Directed by the man who gave us The Usual Suspects. I can understand why this one was not widely popular. It was brutal in places, and occasionally very difficult to watch. The ending is not a traditional happy ending. All in all, not a bad film. But... (Sing it with me, you know the words:) I liked the book better.
Then I watched Six String Samurai. This was a stark change of pace.
The ultimate American Hong Kong post-apocalyptic rock and roll Holy Quest movie. With a Russian surf rock band performing the soundtrack. This would make a fine companion piece to Wild Zero.
My appetite to run a campaign is whetted.